The Dominant Alpha

Damien

He knew where she was at all times, her scent so tantalizing and so pure, it was like an aphrodisiac. She was so innocent looking, so gorgeous it was all he could do to keep his hands off of her. Ever since his stepmother and father's death he'd taken to locking himself away to deal with pack business. Amara had never met him and it had hurt to make her an omega but he couldn't risk her coming by him, not when it was so hard to keep his wolf at bay whenever he was near her, let alone smelt her.

He knew he must seem like a cold bastard but he was several years older than Amara and she still had no wolf, no way of knowing why he kept her at arm's length. As for the murder of his parents? He was still trying to track down all of the hunter's responsible and those he had found had been shown no mercy for their involvement in the killings.

Damien sat at his desk looking around at the walls and generally being idle. He'd had to move his office upstairs to his room in order to stop himself going crazy at the smell of honey and jasmine that seemed to linger from everywhere she'd been or touched. His Beta Johnathon sat there with a grin knowing full well what was bothering his Alpha and delighting in his discomfort. Damien ran a hand through his brown hair with frustration, his green eyes glaring at a very amused Johnathon, wishing he could throw the man out and knowing he needed him to report all the goings on.

Eventually he would be able to move around the pack house smoothly, go wherever he wanted and whenever he wanted. Damien knew it was merely a matter of patience. But how did one go on like this when every time you came downstairs it had to be in the dead of night to avoid her. He wondered if she hated him, hated her life and everything he'd done to her since she'd arrived at the pack house. He knew it was completely different to the life she'd had at her old pack, but he'd had no choice in what he'd had to do, wondering if she would forgive him in the future and suspecting that forgiveness would have to be earnt.

He'd caught small glimpses here and there of her, his mouth going dry every time and the same reaction from down below. She was stunning, Amara's hair a luscious black and brown ombre colour, her eyes almost black in colour and curves that had his hands itching to touch her, her breasts so luscious and full that she was a goddess in his eyes, the only woman he'd ever looked at in this matter and the irony of not being able to be near her for fear of hurting her or doing much worse. It was killing him on the inside and he swore each day passed even slower as he counted down the days, his patience slowly beginning to die out as more time went on.

"The company is doing well, here are the profits" his Beta interrupted his chain of thoughts, handing him a large stack of papers that he barely glanced at before putting them down on the desk.

"Great" Damien muttered, his heart not in it as Johnathon gave a long suffering sigh.

"Would it be so bad for you to talk to her at least?" Johnathon asked quietly "she's never even seen you, you know that don't you? She's been left all alone to grieve and hasn't got anyone to lean on. None of the other omega's talk to her did you know that? They know she's your stepsister and because of it everyone's afraid to go near her let alone knows why she was made an omega. They think she's being punished for something."

Damien frowned. He hadn't fully considered the consequences of his actions to do with Amara's isolation. All he'd wanted was to put her as far away from his own bedroom as possible and to ensure she stayed well away from his rooms and own wing.

"I can't talk to her and you know why" he growled facing Johnathon who to his credit, stood fast in the wake of his Alpha's anger "she's underage you moron" he continued, hands now clenched into fists "and you know just how dangerous Lucifer, my wolf can be when he makes his mind up about something. All it would take would be to step foot in the same room as her and he'd lose control of himself. I won't risk that happening" he continued sounding bitter as Johnathon nodded sympathetically. Personally he thought Damien was overreacting but it wasn't his place to say so and to be fair, Lucifer was a force to be reckoned with.

Damien dismissed him with a wave of his hand, his expression brooding. "You may leave" he said and Johnathon quietly left as Damien stared out of the window, completely lost in his thoughts. Six more months he thought with a grimace, six more months and his torment would finally end, he would finally be free of this isolation he'd subjected himself to. It seemed like a lifetime. A small cry pierced his hearing, the voice very familiar as he noticed that the woman in his thoughts, Amara was now hobbling on one leg as he frowned. Had she just injured her ankle? He felt the urge to go downstairs, to check for himself but knew to do so would be to invite trouble, instead he mind-linked Johnathon to personally check on her, feeling like a right bastard for not doing it himself.

He turned and flung his desk across the room breathing heavily. Damnit. She called to him like a siren, her voice pure sweetness and full of laughter despite everything. Her smile lit up her face and pushed away the feeling of gloom and doom. A single touch and he'd be full of searing heat and heavily aroused. He swore to himself. Today was going to be yet another long day. A run in the middle of the night would cool him down, it always did these days.